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[ Tires Screeching ]
[ Girl ] CALEB!
HOWDY. I'M GONNA SEPARATE YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR SHOULDERS.
- DO IT. FAST. - ALL RIGHT. - LET THE GOOD TIMES ROLL.
- WHOO! - NO!
YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST KILL ME THEN TOO.
[ Narrator ] CALEB COLTON NO LONGER BELONGS TO OUR WORLD.
WE GIVE HIM A WEEK TO SEE IF WE CAN CALL HIM ONE OF US.
- HE BELONGS TO HERS. - BUT YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO KILL.
- [ Gunshot ] - HE BELONGS TO THEIRS.
- I DON'T WANT TO KILL. - HE MAKES A KILL TONIGHT!
AND THEY ALL BELONG TO THE NIGHT.
I'M JUST $3.00 SHORT ME. ME OUT?
U.
- JUST DON'T THINK OF IT AS KILLING. - [ All ] EVENIN'.
- WHOO! - [ Woman ] JUST DON'T THINK AT ALL.
IT'S JUST SOMETHING THAT YOU DO NIGHT AFTER NIGHT.
IT'S ONLY EVER A QUESTION OF HOW.
YOU'RE NERVOUS. I WOULD BE, TOO, IF I WERE YOU.
- NEAR DARK. - I THINK YOUR BOY'S FALLIN' IN WITH THE TROUBLE.
CHECKOUT TIME.
[ Gunshots ]
[ Horn Honking ]
YOU BOUGHT YOURSELF SOME TIME, SON.
COME ON.
***, THIS IS MY FAMILY! GO!
- NEAR DARK. - WHOO! HAA!
PRAY FOR
ICE.